Free Zandor by Mj Fields

the first time when I was fifteen, in the school auditorium.”
    “I don’t care!”
    “Okay, well I also had sex every week for a year in that same auditorium.” He loosened his grip and leaned back. “Never with the same girl.”
    “Your point ?” I smacked the tears away and he held my hands.
    If anyone looked in this vehicle right now , Zandor Steel would be in cuffs. His leg was wrapped around the front of me, one arm was restraining my hands and the other was wiping my face.
    “You’re not a slut , Bekah.”
    “I had sex with three guys in one year.”
    “Your point?” He was trying not to smile.
    “I’ve had a lot of sex, they told me I was a slut and I am.” I was pissed and embarrassed . “So that’s my fucking point!”
    “Ladies…”
    “I’m not a Fuckin…”
    His hand now covered my mouth and I bit him . Yep, I bit his hand. And what did the smug bastard do? He groaned.
    “Please don’t do that again , Bekah.”
    I stopped and sat back.
    “You don’t have to tell me anything.”
    “Oh you’ll hear it, and if you don’t you’ll be able to tell that’s what he’s thinking.”
    “Your father?”
    “Oh yes the colonel.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I slept with a lot of people.” I looked out the window.
    “You’re tired, emotional, and hung over. You need to fucking eat something. You need to realize that anyone who loves you shouldn’t say shit like that to you.”
    “I’m sure you probably never gave your family reason to…”
    He pulled back onto the road.
    “Look I’m gonna tell you something only five people know. Then you’re gonna shut the hell up about your sexual past.” He let out a breath. “I had inappropriate relations with a household appliance and got caught.”
    I looked over and his face was red and I wanted to laugh, “Why are you telling me this?”
    “Because , damn it. Because you shouldn’t feel like shit about being a sexual creature.”
    I covered my mouth and let it go and he smiled.
    He pulled into the next restaurant we came to . “I’m starving, let’s eat some bad shit.”
    I got out and followed him in.
    We sat down in a booth and a waitress came over. “Coffee?”
    “Please, black for me and for you , Bekah?”
    “Same thing please .” I looked up and the waitress was smiling at him.
    He winked, she blushed and walked away.
    “What?” he sat back and pulled up the sleeves to his black sweater.
    I gave him an exaggerated wink and he rolled his eyes and looked at the menu.
    I grabbed for the other . “No way, I’m ordering.”
    The waitress set the coffee down and nudged him with her hip . “What can I get for y’all, hun?”
    “Well I will have grits, steak, eggs, and home fries. The Mrs. will have pancakes, fresh fruit, and home fries.”
    He handed her the menus and leaned forward. “That alright with you, my sexy little kitten.”
    The waitress walked away without a wink this time.
    “You just broke her heart, you know.”
    “She’ll get over it.”
    “I’m not eating all that.” I raised my eyebrow.
    “You’re celebrating Thanksgiving right.”
    “Sure.” I rolled my eyes.
    “Fuck the diet , Bekah.”
    I looked up at him and he winked . “Fuck it all. I’ve just decided you don’t give a shit what anyone says about you.”
    “You’ve decided , have you?”
    “I have , so it’s real, because what I say goes understand?”
    “Hmm. So which appliance did you fornicate with?”
    He grinned. “Ms. Hoover of course.”
    “And you think it’s funny?”
    “Hell yeah , I was like ten. Don’t sit in judgment what was its name…Edward?”
    I looked up in the air and nodded.
    “That’s not a good name, I think he should be Zandor.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “Good name. Strong, sexy, guaranteed to please you.”
    “You’re full of yourself.”
    “You should try it. Hey, I’ve never had a female friend before, and this is kind of cool. So I was thinking, you should name…” the waitress set down the food